DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
The Sword expected another lecture, courtesy of the hunter this time. For all that anger, all that rage, to go pulsating towards him, instead of around, consumed by the angles and parameters they were walled within. He anticipated another friendship gone and dissolved on account of his antics, waiting for all of them to pilfer off one by one by one when they’d seen an aspect of his flaws and defects; that greedy need for vengeance, that crawling, contorting measure of vehemence always scored and sketched across his bones. And then, just like ages before, he’d eventually be alone again.
Instead, it only seemed to be shock. Perhaps Deimos wasn’t as predictable as the rest of the world thought him to be.
Nonetheless, his head remained bowed, his eyes still on stone and rock, cast away and aside. Perhaps snakes always found a way to survive; but so did wolves, so did hounds, so did lynx, so did lions. It was all in the particulars, in the ways they could orchestrate and command. So he continued, deep and rumbling. Ru has gone to Torchline, alone, so that they may question and interrogate her actions. And he’d made no move to follow; subsequently banned from the sea anyway, and if he kept to the level of shenanigans they’d already played out, it would look just as horrendous. Build up more of a case for guilt, rather than innocence. She told me to send notice if she was not back in three days. And time was ticking down, down, down.
Instead, it only seemed to be shock. Perhaps Deimos wasn’t as predictable as the rest of the world thought him to be.
Nonetheless, his head remained bowed, his eyes still on stone and rock, cast away and aside. Perhaps snakes always found a way to survive; but so did wolves, so did hounds, so did lynx, so did lions. It was all in the particulars, in the ways they could orchestrate and command. So he continued, deep and rumbling. Ru has gone to Torchline, alone, so that they may question and interrogate her actions. And he’d made no move to follow; subsequently banned from the sea anyway, and if he kept to the level of shenanigans they’d already played out, it would look just as horrendous. Build up more of a case for guilt, rather than innocence. She told me to send notice if she was not back in three days. And time was ticking down, down, down.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
